Time to stop, the minute and the <br />hour hand are laid end to end <br />I can no longer continue, held onto <br />one too many mistakes, sick and <br />tired of saying, 'Oh, I'm so sorry! ' <br />No more remorses, now carried <br />off in hearses, real forgiveness <br />is due the self, no one else, not <br />no way, not no how, now it's time <br />to overcome the way I think about <br />myself, no more self-pity, time to <br />adopt the attitude, 'I'm the best me <br />in existence; ' and then, and only <br />then will I be on my way home... <br /> <br />'2008'<br /><br />Robert Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-my-way-home/
